September 27September 27
I asked Lairden to hand you to me. I still have to stick to the bed.
So much has happened, but I cant even think of half of it. Whats really taking up all of my concentration is thinking of something other than that frightening, scary, horrible dream I had when I slept last night. No, it wasnt a dream, it was a nightmare. My hands are still shaking hard. I hope you can understand this.People say that you can forget bad dreams easier if you tell someone about them. I have to tell you. There is no way I can tell anyone Zarkan. Especially Lairden. Which means youre the only one here I can tell.
I had been walking along a road--no, a path--that was sprawled next to a river. It looked familiar, perhaps I've walked along it before Lairden took me away.
I was looking forwards when I saw a figure in the distance. Other shadows were surrounding the first one, circling it. I ran to see what they were and the path changed as I ran, turning into a ruddy
Quinn's Scary Dream-WerewolfQuinn found that he was lying on the ground and he stood up, cracking his back like he always did in the mornings. He sighed and relaxed, scratching his side as he looked around. When he saw where he was, he blinked and shook his head, closing his eyes before peeking through them and gasping. There wasn't any difference.
The sky was dark, filled with thick smoke. He was standing on the edge of a rock that was pointed out over a lake of fire and brimstone, bubbling lava that looked as if they wanted to reach out and swallow him up.
"This is where you belong." A voice said behind him and he jerked around, taking a step back. It was a figure in a black cloak, holding the sythe that was affiliated with the devil.
"No. I didn't do anything wrong!" Quinn called out, trying to reveal that he wasn't scared.
The figure scoffed. "You don't? You tell me what you deserve for breaking your poor mother's heart and ruining the life and hopes of your 'previous' best friend." The figure took several
Arranged Problems Ch. 6His warm hand on the small of my waist and the music flooding through my mind made me so happy, as if he really loved me for who I was, not just for show. I couldnt keep a smile off my face. Usually, I was a really bad dancer, but Zayev seemed to take all of my stumbles and trips and make them turn into beautiful dancing, as if they had never happened. That also made me happy.
When the song was over, I wanted to cry. Couldnt it have lasted a bit longer? I wanted to have it last the whole night, those feelings I had. But it just couldnt happen that way, as reality often proved.
Zayev led me off the dancing floor and headed back over to the newcomers who had entered while we were dancing and my mind started to clear from the fog it had been in. And I began to remember that he didnt love me, this was his façade. What I wished wasnt true, wasnt real. I wondered if he had felt that connection while we were dancing as well.
So I came back to myself as
Arranged Problems Ch. 5We were going down a flight of stairs when I heard the sounds of people talking. I stiffened and Zayev looked at me and smiled.
Looks like some people came early. You ready to host? he raised an eyebrow at me.
No not really. I admitted quietly.
He smiled even wider and brought a hand to cup my face. Dont worry. Ill help you along. We had stopped on the stairs and I broke his gaze.
Thank you, I said and he sighed. He started to walk down again and I stumbled a bit. Perhaps his touch had let me more shaken than I had thought.
He caught me by the waist and said, Careful. I dont want you to get hurt.
I blushed and we reached the bottom of the stairs. Seems I have a lot to be thankful for.
He chuckled a bit and kept his arm around my waist, his fingers curling over my hipbone. I took a deep breath and glimpsed over at him. He was facing forwards again and my eyes trialed over the profile of his fa